When rumors surfaced that Bea Alonzo’s wedding had been postponed — reportedly over a prenuptial agreement — it got me thinking.
Most people see a prenuptial agreement as something cold. A document built for suspicion, not love. A legal safeguard for money, property, and the possibility of divorce.
It’s unromantic.
I used to think otherwise — I thought it was practical. Still, for many, practicality kills romance.
But here’s what I’ve been thinking lately — could we be looking at it too technically?
What if we reclaimed the prenuptial agreement for what its name literally means: an agreement made before marriage? Not just money. Not just a plan for leaving. But an agreement—before marriage—about how we want to love each other.
What do we actually need?
What happens when one or both of us fail?
What does repair look like?
And if repair doesn’t work… how do we leave without destroying each other?
Is it not more romantic to make sure we understand how to love each other clearly?
To sit down together and say, “Here’s what I actually need to feel loved. Here’s what hurts me. Here’s what I’ll work on for you.”
And what if we see it as:
“We write this because we want to succeed. But if we ever fail, we want to fail with grace.”
To be intentional.
To be deliberate.
To maintain deep respect for each other—and for the relationship itself.
Is it not, in its own way, more romantic?